A Stranger
Topic: Short Stories
Read this one, it will make you think:
"A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new
to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our
family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome
me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young
mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years
my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an
opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My
parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love
Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was
our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales.
Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He
could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I
wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The
pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or
cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took
Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was
always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made
arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but
sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were
enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her
room, read the Qur'aan.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You
see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But
this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for
example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our
friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional
four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my
knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler
who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to
other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages
often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes
distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about
sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were
influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did
not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my
parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More
than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the
young family on Morningside Drive.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early
years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would
still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

It makes you think, doesn't it...

Mood:  blue
Topic: My Thoughts
A veiled lady dressed in full black entered in our office this morning, she is looking for our GM, as if she knew him very well by the way she asked me where he is, since our GM usually come in the office after noon prayer, I told her that he isn't around until 1:00 pm, she finally told me what she wanted, at first I can't believed that she is a beggar but when she talked too much about everything in her life,then I was convinced. I was touched with her story, she asked me if I have some penny to give her since our GM did not arrive yet and she cannot wait any longer. (Did I gave her or not? okay I won't tell you). There's one verse in Qur'aan which I always remember whenever I encountered those kind of people, it was already planted in my heart since the day I read about it.

When I reached home, I told my Honey about it and he told me that some of those people are just only fooling us, in my part, I don't care if that woman I met this morning just only fooled me, what important to me is that I am honest with the way I dealt with her. Let Allah the Almighty be the judge.

Mood:  lazy
Topic: What's Up
We stayed at home for the whole day!
Why? Holiday or what?
NO! We feel tired, wanna have some sleep! wanna have some rest! wanna have some time with each other at home...with honey and azfo!
SO FEEL AT HOME! FORGET JOB!

Birthday!
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: What's Up
It's Saturday but no work because it's holiday today,it's Prophet Mohammad's Birthday! Wow...actually, the real holiday was on the 10th of April but the Kuwait gov't moved it to April 15 (as usual). Prophet Mohammad's Birthday is very important to me because I was born on the same date and month also in Hijri Calendar, that's one of the amazing facts in my life, we have the same birthday with Prophet Mohammad PBUH! I feet great, Wallah!

Since we had no work today, we managed to go outing at the seaside for bar-b-quing, our favorite...hehe. Summer season started already and seasides in Kuwait started to be crowded again especially on weekends and holidays.

We went home late in the afternoon and we were all tired!

Topic: What's Up
It's almost 2 months that I did not able to update this blog! Busy...busy...too busy, really..too much work at the office and too much work at home since we moved in to another flat.

And now, finally everything goes to normal...today is Friday and no work until tomorrow, we decided to go to Entertainment City in to refresh ourselves from stressful weekdays and busy works. My first time to go there...actually its okay but it did not entertained me much as what its name implies. Anyway, my little Azhfaar enjoyed the rides there, and that's the most important thing, my child's happiness.